Playing around with words
like they were toy trucks
in the sandpit...
light of my life
milk of kindness
fuel for the fire
food for thought
nectar for the soul
comfort for the weak
defeat for arch rivals
revolt for the oppressed
love for the forgotten
excitement for the bland
solutions for the damned
positivism for the hopeless
hope for the disillusioned
something we can cling to
What are our reasons to stay alive
random tasks or nine to five
unprovable theories, facts, obsessions,
deep minutiae, shallow lessons
ironic humour with sporadic timing
acting dumb or occasionally miming
do what you would have done anyway
believe what you will then do as I say...
The accumulated remains of selected ideas in blog form
The Truth is Lies...
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